Wednesday, February 22, 2006

they are culling chickens by the poultryfarmloads in maharashtra. i remember a time not too long ago, in pune when we'd scheme, plot and conspire to cook some. it took a great deal of investment - time, money and persuasion. we were still little boys. and not too long gone from the all enveloping, comforting umbrella of mama's culinary skills. it took a minor act of providence to pull off a decent cup of tea. chicken curry was strictly off limits. but with wangkhem anand singh around, there was hope. but make no mistake, namay matu (as we fondly called the cook in our midst; manipuri for motherf**ker) didnt acquiesce too easily. it took nudges, threats and promises of season tickets to the next film festival in town to get him to bring his grand exalted mystic cooking skills to the stove. but when he did, it was an all out orgy. and boy!! did we pig??!??

but now the chicken has the flu.and i wouldn't eat any if i were you.

they used to hang these obscenely big boards outside every chicken shop in pune. and alongside the whimsically decided price per kilo was inevitably scrawled in bold - yete jeevanth kombadi milet ahé - marathi for "hey dude! if you're looking for live chicken, you've come to the right place." or somewhere thereabouts. but now the prefered lingua franca to describe the present state of affairs is mandarin.lou shi. frightened chicken.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

it's one of those books that i bought out of some basal spinal reaction. sometimes a phrase or name gets those hormones flowing. like 'conjoined twin lounge singer sisters' just made it impossible for me to not watch big fish. darn. my english teacher always said, don't use no double negatives. point is, i havent got around to reading swiftie the magician. think i'll hit it tonight. meanwhile all around everything seems to be in overdrive. nothing to worry about, i'm certain. but stuff has speeded up suddenly, and that isn't going down too well with my tried, tested and approved digestion. else it's all cool in the gang. all i want is to wake up tomorrow morning and find my eyelids have disappeared. and are now replaced by a kinda perma-fix pair of ray-ban aviators. wow da. ok, i've had enough.slow dudy!

Monday, February 20, 2006

it's a bit of a paintbrush doodle. of late i've taken to calling odie - bobo curry. it drives her nuts. and somewhere on the way to my refrigerator i smelt up a character. (that's your cue to clap). ladies and gentlemen, we have a debutante. tippin' the scales at eighteen kilos. the toughest canis familiaris from the skinniest alley. drum roll. flash bulbs going off. pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease welcome.... top naai.bow.nuff respect dawg!

Saturday, February 18, 2006

this will forever be in memory of the ranting swede who singlemindedly wrapped up every episode of sheep in the big city with long feverish outbursts on old cars, pianos, supermarkets and the like. his will will be done.

a bizarre conversation got me decided. i want to be bitten by the blog bug too. i have no idea how these wheels turn. feel nothing but awe for whoever imagined online lebensraums for the frustrated. which as it turns out, happens to be half the world. i've applied for club membership too.